Title: Knight & Day (Knight #3)
Author: Kitty French
Genre: Erotica
Release Date: November 30, 2013
Series: The Knight Erotic Trilogy
Hosted by: Love Between the Sheets Promotions
Synopsis
Kara
Brookes hates liars.
Dylan Day
hasn’t told the truth from the moment his plane touched down in Ibiza.
It’s a
recipe for disaster.
Lucien and
Sophie are back, and have set up camp on the sun-drenched isle of Ibiza for the
opening of the latest of Lucien’s strictly adult clubs.
They’re
joined for the summer by Sophie’s best friend Kara, and Dylan Day, Lucien’s
newly appointed club manager. The laid back, smokin’ hot surf guy from
California seems almost too good to be true… but there’s no smoke without fire.
It’s going to be a long hot summer of love, lust, lies and wedding bells. But
who will get their happy ever after?
Romantic,
emotional and intensely erotic, Knight & Day is the thrilling final
installment of the USA Today bestselling Knight Series from Kitty French.
Excerpt
Sophie was
already at the club when Kara arrived a l ittle while later. She’d made a start
on opening the stock boxes, and was kneeling on the floor surrounded by scanty
lingerie and sex toys.
“Just a
normal day at the office I see.” Kara dropped her bag down on the floor with a
grin.
“Free
samples,” Sophie said, holding up an edible, erect penis with a look of barely
disguised horror.
"Classy,"
Kara laughed. “Lunch?”
Sophie
made a ‘no-way’ face and put the choc-cock back in its box.
“Where did
you get to?”
“Just
giving the old Mustang a good airing,” Kara said, aware she sounded vague but
reluctant to mention her visit to Dylan.
“Just
don’t get yourself arrested,” Sophie said.
Kara faked
offence. “As if.” They both knew she was perfectly capable of it, and she’d
only wriggled off the hook one time back home because she happened to have been
pulled over by a cop who’d had the hots for her in college.
“It’s just
that I noticed that Dylan’s jacket had gone out of the hallway.” Sophie didn’t
look up from the box she was slicing open, but Kara heard the speculative hint
behind her words all the same. There was no getting anything past that girl.
“Mm. I
dropped it back for him while I was out.”
Sophie
glanced up, her eyebrows high above questioning eyes.
“What?”
Kara rolled her eyes. “You asked me to be nice to him. I was being nice.”
“No, it’s
nothing,” Sophie pulled open the carton in front of her. “It’s just…”
Kara
dropped down on her knees beside Sophie and reached for an unopened box,
already knowing exactly where Sophie was heading with this conversation.
“Soph,
don’t worry. The last thing I’m interested in is getting involved, especially
with some guy who we don’t know from Adam. He could be a mass murderer for all
we know.”
“He doesn’t
strike me as a mass murderer,” Sophie said neutrally. “I like him, actually.
Easy on the eye, too.”
“You
think?” Kara studied the inventory list for the box she’d just opened without
really taking in the details. “He’s okay, I suppose.”
“You
suppose.” Sophie smiled. “You suppose?”
“What do
you want me to say? He’s hot? Okay, I suppose he’s hot. Kind of. If you like
that sort of thing.”
“You like
that sort of thing.”
“Are you
telling me or asking me?”
Sophie
placed the handcuffs she’d been examining for quality back in the box and
twisted to face Kara, her hands on her knees.
“Kara.
We’ve been friends for more than half of our lives. I know you well enough to
know that Dylan Day is exactly your type, so don’t even bother denying it,
okay?”
Kara
sighed. “Soph, I know what you’re thinking, but trust me on this. I’m not about
to have a holiday romance and end up broken-hearted again. See these fingers?”
She held out her hands. “Burned. After what happened with Richard last year,
I’m well and truly off that whole romance shtick.”
“I seem to
remember us having a conversation very similar to this when I separated from
Dan,” Sophie said, referring to her childhood sweetheart and ex-husband. It
seemed bizarre to imagine that she’d ever truly loved him now, because her
feelings for Lucien were so much bigger. All-encompassing.
“Yeah, but
you had the delectable Lucien to pick up the pieces. There aren’t enough Viking
sex gods out there to go around for the rest of us.”
“Or
American surf dudes?”
“Whichever.
My point is that after being left standing at the fucking altar in a wedding
dress I didn’t even fucking like all that much, I’m not about to jump into
fucking bed with Dylan-yankee-doodle-diddle-Day!”
Sophie put
her hand over her mouth, but the laugh came out just the same. Kara swiped her
on the shoulder then burst out laughing too.
“You
ladies sound hard at it.”
They both
looked up as Lucien appeared in the doorway with yet another box in his arms,
his eyes taking in the two laughing women surrounded by handcuffs and chocolate
erections. Handcuffs. Erections. Sometimes, it just wasn’t possible to
keep work and pleasure totally separate. Lucien placed the delivery down next
to Sophie, and pocketed a set of handcuffs at the same time. She caught his eye
fleetingly and then dropped her gaze with a discreet smile.
“Sophie,
could I see you in my office in five minutes, please?”
She caught
the emphasis absolutely clearly, and entered Lucien’s office seven
minutes later, deliberately missing his deadline.
“You’re
late.”
“I was
busy.”
“Not just
one minute late. Two.” He lounged against the edge of his desk and touched the
back of the swivel chair beside him, turning it slowly to face her. “Sit down.”
Sophie
closed the door behind her with a click and crossed the room. Lucien watched
her closely, his eyes all over her. She’d dressed for him that morning, knowing
full well that her feminine, not-quite demure, lace-trimmed sundress played to
his cave-man instincts, and that the almost indecent underwear she’d chosen to
team it with turned him hard on sight.
His hands
moved warm and heavy to rest on her shoulders. Kind of loving, kind of clamped.
Only the slow stroke of his thumbs on her neck beneath her ponytail betrayed
him.
“Put your
hands behind the chair, Sophie.”
A shiver
ran from Sophie’s scalp to the base of her back. She swallowed, and slowly
obeyed his demand. Lucien clipped the cuffs around her wrists, taking care to
shackle her in place by threading the chain behind the post of the chair.
“A lot can
happen in two minutes, Princess,” Lucien said, letting her hair free from its
band before swinging the chair around to face him. He knelt before her, checked
his watch, and spread her knees.
Sophie
held her breath, never sure with Lucien what would happen next.
She gasped
when he rucked her dress up her thighs, his hands firm as he yanked her hips
forwards on the seat. Once she was exposed from the waist down, Lucien stopped
for a second.
“These are
some of my favourites,” he murmured, massaging a firm hand over the scrap of
white lace between her legs.
“I wore
them for you.”
He nodded
briefly, his eyes hot on hers. “I know.” He gripped the edge of the delicate
lace and pulled it aside, parting her thighs even wider with his shoulders as
he dipped his head. He paused, his lips a whisper away from her skin. Both
hands buried between her thighs, he opened her with his fingers and blew
lightly over her flesh, a cool breeze to heighten the heat of his tongue.
Sophie
watched him, her hands desperate to be tangled in his hair rather than behind
the chair. He raised his eyes to hers and kissed her clitoris, and her body
arched in response. He lifted one eyebrow, and kissed her there again. Slower,
longer, with tongues, the most erotic of French kisses.
“Not just
one minute late, Princess,” he said, stroking one finger along her thigh.
“Two.”
He pushed
two fingers inside her at once and fastened his beautiful mouth over her sex,
his hot, wet tongue making her cry out. He mouthed her, delicate and then not
so, teasing and then sensationally not so. He knew her body so well now. How to
build her, how to hold her right on the edge, and how to plunge her all the way
over whenever he wanted to. He wanted to. Her hips jerked and he
followed her movements with his mouth, not letting her miss a thing.
Sliding
his fingers slowly out of her, he dropped a kiss on her thigh as he
straightened her clothes and checked his watch.
“One
minute fifty five.”
Sophie
stretched when he unlocked the cuffs, and Lucien caught hold of her wrist and
massaged it.
“Next
time, be more punctual.”
Sophie ran
a hand over his crotch. “Maybe,” she massaged his erection and stretched up to
lick her tongue over his lower lip. “Maybe not.”
She
stepped away and skipped to the door, laughing when someone tapped the other
side of it.
“Dylan,”
she smiled in welcome, straightening the skirt of her dress, opening the door
wide. “I hope you’re not late too. Lucien’s feeling quite the slave
driver today.”
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About the Author
Erotic romance writer, wine drinker, disorganised wife and mom.
Also writes romantic comedy as Kat French, with 1st novel Undertaking Love out now from HarperCollins.
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